I made these postcards as part of Lafayette College’s Creative and Performing Arts scholars

program, during the spring semester of my senior year.

The reason that I had created them was because every couple of days, I would go down to check

my mail and it was always boring. Ads for classes, sometimes �yers for student events, but never

anything interesting. So I took it upon myself to change that.

I took photos from my recent trip to Savannah with my girlfriend and from my trip to Istanbul

and paired them with haikus that I wrote as a message. I liked using haikus because haikus are

such a short, simple form of poetry. I also liked the constraints of the 5/7/5 syllable format.

I made over 2500 of these cards, 100 of each, and had one randomly sent to the mailbox of every

student at Lafayette. I didn’t put my name on any of the cards because I liked the mystery of it. I

liked the idea that these cards could be from anyone.

These are those 25 cards, with their respective haikus, rendered as a glorious PDF document.

postcardswillem ytsma

though it seemed pleasant

I’ve never been down this road

now a world away

tides rise and fall

everything shifting along

imperceptibly

you could hardly feel the waves

ships moored at the dock

the space station of its day

where travelers rest

I am an artist

I’m trying to make new friends

will you be my friend?

the city spills out

it touches the horizon

a strait can’t stop it

an old woman sits

birds descend like a storm

there’s a kind of peace

observing above it all

you feel like it’s yours

two brothers stand watch

they melt the snow with their heat

sentinels of nothing.

Wandering the earth

the steps I took far from home

it’s all recorded

opulent and grand

gates kept the sea out for years

opened one last time

it’s too late for him

the jungle’s taken over

he has given up.

I’m booking our hotel room.

paths don’t beat themselves

inside separate worlds

they travel so far to see this

he’s there every day

the earth is spinning

the universe is growing

learning to relax

we look to the horizon

I feel the lightning

something you can’t see:

one of the moms is crying

behind the building.

the dinosaurs died for this

it was not in vain.

it’s faster to walk

you have to take risks to be

metropolitan

leave for an hour

there is nothing you can do

the car is theirs now

this store’s for tourists

but the cat doesn’t know that

he’s illiterate

a prime location

you used to see for miles

before the bridge came

so free to explore

she patrols the grounds alone

this is her domain

champions in their own right

napping for the gold

the family gathers

one of their ranks has fallen

tragedy or nap?